a few running man drabbles;;
KOOKHA; PG
It isn't love when Jongkook's arm slides so easily over Donghoon's shoulder. It isn't love when their hands fit perfectly together, a mix of rough and smooth, hot and cold. It isn't love when Donghoon can't look Jongkook in the eyes after their lips crash. And it certainly isn't love when Jongkook says it is.
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KOOKHA; PG; PROMPT: PAST
The first time they meet they're young and devoted. Jongkook is a singer whose voice matches his body; Donghoon is new, a little un-funny, a little imperfect. Jongkook smiles politely at Donghoon and Donghoon smiles politely at Jongkook and that's supposed to be it. But between the sets and the shouts of the camera crew it's shuddering breaths and lingering hands and maybe a little too much informality.
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KOOKHA; PG; PROMPT: FUTURE
It's been at least five years since they last met. Jongkook arrives at the door with a present, the kind that's supposed to bring up a bout of nostalgia, like hey, remember when we? The time between the ringing of the doorbell and waiting for an answer is unnerving. What if he doesn't remember? Or if he has long since gotten over their friendship? What if there's a family behind the door, a beautiful wife and two kids? The door opens and no, there are no toys scattered across the floor, just a colorful set of men's shoes and Donghoon standing before him, piecing things together. He hesitates, Donghoon flushes. "Hyung," he says, and it's like he just shattered. Their voices mash together in a mess of almost laughing and almost crying and they wrap their arms around each other, desperate. Donghoon practically drags him inside, questioning him about life and work and anything he can think of, and no no, he insists, let him cook dinner for the occassion. The more Jongkook talks, the longer it feels like it's been. Donghoon has been to America, met some incredible people and been on incredible journeys. The five years were so long they can't remember what it's like talking, arguing, fooling around. Jongkook realizes he doesn't remember Donghoon's favorite band, his favorite color or food. But Donghoon sets down a plate of steaming seafood soup and just the smell itself is healthy; Jongkook knows Donghoon hasn't forgotten a thing.
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KOOKHA; PG; PROMPT: PRETENDING TO BE A HERO
The sound of bells-- Donghoon's grip tightens around his pistol. He's not likely to make it out alive. He can't recall which wire to cut, blue or red or even black, or maybe yellow. One wrong move and the whole facility will blow. The footsteps draw closer in time with the ticking of the bomb: 30 seconds left. Sweat drips down the back of his neck and he remembers that the others are depending on him. Jihyo and Jaesuk, Suk Jin and Gary. He can't fail now.
The black wire is cut, his breath catches in his throat.
The timer goes silent and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. But he must quickly pull himself together, he's not quite finished. The footsteps have ceased right in front of the door, and whoever's out there is waiting to ambush him.
Donghoon points his gun at the door and opens it quickly, hoping to take the enemy by surprise.
Jongkook is there; he calmly takes his walky talky and his nametag, too.
"Nice try," Jongkook smiles, "you can be the hero next time."
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KOOKHA; PG
He returns to Jongkook with pride in one hand and Jihyo's name tag in the other. He's fishing for compliments and Jongkook can see it, but the man pulls him in and ruffles his hair and tells him to go catch Jaesuk. Donghoon is mildly disappointed, but pleased all the same.
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KOOKHA; PG
He could just be imagining it. A quick glance to their side of the room: Jongkook has shrunk under Yejin's stare. His shoulders are hunched, a sheepish smile has spread across his face, a blush is creeping up his cheeks-- Donghoon looks away. Jaesuk has told him before that there are only two women in the world who can control "The Commander," and Yejin is one of them. Jongkook laughs and twists away from her attempt at tickling him; Donghoon isn't so sure he's imagining it.
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KOOKI; PG
For a while it's just falling; loose shirt billowing around his torso, sandals slipping from his feet as his legs flail uselessly. And then he hits the water and it envelops him, closes around his body and sucks him under. Salt fills his nose and mouth and eyes and he chokes, struggles. The ocean is dark, silent, muffling the sound of the others above screaming Joongki, Joongki. The current tugs at his shoulders, tries to drag him away. But the water parts and strong hands grip his, muscled arms wrap around him. Jongkook, he thinks, and squeezes back. He's safe.
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KOOKRY; PG
It doesn't take long for Donghoon to notice. It's hard for him not to when you both stick so close to each other. But it still comes as a mortifying surprise when Donghoon catches your gaze, nudges you with his shoulder and gives a knowing grin. So maybe your eyes linger a little too long on the muscle of Jongkook's thighs, the roll of his adam's apple when he swallows, the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles. But you shove Donghoon back, deny and laugh and hold the truth back for another day.
It isn't love when Jongkook's arm slides so easily over Donghoon's shoulder. It isn't love when their hands fit perfectly together, a mix of rough and smooth, hot and cold. It isn't love when Donghoon can't look Jongkook in the eyes after their lips crash. And it certainly isn't love when Jongkook says it is.
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KOOKHA; PG; PROMPT: PAST
The first time they meet they're young and devoted. Jongkook is a singer whose voice matches his body; Donghoon is new, a little un-funny, a little imperfect. Jongkook smiles politely at Donghoon and Donghoon smiles politely at Jongkook and that's supposed to be it. But between the sets and the shouts of the camera crew it's shuddering breaths and lingering hands and maybe a little too much informality.
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KOOKHA; PG; PROMPT: FUTURE
It's been at least five years since they last met. Jongkook arrives at the door with a present, the kind that's supposed to bring up a bout of nostalgia, like hey, remember when we? The time between the ringing of the doorbell and waiting for an answer is unnerving. What if he doesn't remember? Or if he has long since gotten over their friendship? What if there's a family behind the door, a beautiful wife and two kids? The door opens and no, there are no toys scattered across the floor, just a colorful set of men's shoes and Donghoon standing before him, piecing things together. He hesitates, Donghoon flushes. "Hyung," he says, and it's like he just shattered. Their voices mash together in a mess of almost laughing and almost crying and they wrap their arms around each other, desperate. Donghoon practically drags him inside, questioning him about life and work and anything he can think of, and no no, he insists, let him cook dinner for the occassion. The more Jongkook talks, the longer it feels like it's been. Donghoon has been to America, met some incredible people and been on incredible journeys. The five years were so long they can't remember what it's like talking, arguing, fooling around. Jongkook realizes he doesn't remember Donghoon's favorite band, his favorite color or food. But Donghoon sets down a plate of steaming seafood soup and just the smell itself is healthy; Jongkook knows Donghoon hasn't forgotten a thing.
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KOOKHA; PG; PROMPT: PRETENDING TO BE A HERO
The sound of bells-- Donghoon's grip tightens around his pistol. He's not likely to make it out alive. He can't recall which wire to cut, blue or red or even black, or maybe yellow. One wrong move and the whole facility will blow. The footsteps draw closer in time with the ticking of the bomb: 30 seconds left. Sweat drips down the back of his neck and he remembers that the others are depending on him. Jihyo and Jaesuk, Suk Jin and Gary. He can't fail now.
The black wire is cut, his breath catches in his throat.
The timer goes silent and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. But he must quickly pull himself together, he's not quite finished. The footsteps have ceased right in front of the door, and whoever's out there is waiting to ambush him.
Donghoon points his gun at the door and opens it quickly, hoping to take the enemy by surprise.
Jongkook is there; he calmly takes his walky talky and his nametag, too.
"Nice try," Jongkook smiles, "you can be the hero next time."
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KOOKHA; PG
He returns to Jongkook with pride in one hand and Jihyo's name tag in the other. He's fishing for compliments and Jongkook can see it, but the man pulls him in and ruffles his hair and tells him to go catch Jaesuk. Donghoon is mildly disappointed, but pleased all the same.
-
KOOKHA; PG
He could just be imagining it. A quick glance to their side of the room: Jongkook has shrunk under Yejin's stare. His shoulders are hunched, a sheepish smile has spread across his face, a blush is creeping up his cheeks-- Donghoon looks away. Jaesuk has told him before that there are only two women in the world who can control "The Commander," and Yejin is one of them. Jongkook laughs and twists away from her attempt at tickling him; Donghoon isn't so sure he's imagining it.
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KOOKI; PG
For a while it's just falling; loose shirt billowing around his torso, sandals slipping from his feet as his legs flail uselessly. And then he hits the water and it envelops him, closes around his body and sucks him under. Salt fills his nose and mouth and eyes and he chokes, struggles. The ocean is dark, silent, muffling the sound of the others above screaming Joongki, Joongki. The current tugs at his shoulders, tries to drag him away. But the water parts and strong hands grip his, muscled arms wrap around him. Jongkook, he thinks, and squeezes back. He's safe.
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KOOKRY; PG
It doesn't take long for Donghoon to notice. It's hard for him not to when you both stick so close to each other. But it still comes as a mortifying surprise when Donghoon catches your gaze, nudges you with his shoulder and gives a knowing grin. So maybe your eyes linger a little too long on the muscle of Jongkook's thighs, the roll of his adam's apple when he swallows, the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles. But you shove Donghoon back, deny and laugh and hold the truth back for another day.